Summary: Progress is hard to make when you are in two minds as to which way to go
Disclaimer: Some are mine and I've been trying to get rid of them for years
Feedback: Helps quieten those pesky voices
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Sunlight streamed into the window. Bobby lay watching as its rays cascaded off Lindsay's hair, framing her head like a halo. He treasured these moments. The precious minutes each morning when he could indulge in the pleasure of watching Lindsay sleep. The moments when he could watch her unabated, her features so peaceful in sleep and her beauty intensified by the early morning light. The delectable curl of her ...
[Yeah yeah yeah Bobby loves Lindsay big time, we get it, now get to the point.]
(I'm setting a scene here)
[You're taking us to mushville central, move on]
(Alright)
Lindsay awoke as the alarm blasted its early morning wake up call. Bobby was staring at her again. She could probably count on one hand the number of mornings since they've been together that she's woken without him watching her.
[So has she worked out he's a psychopath yet?]
(Shut-up Bobby is NOT a psychopath)
[Do you want me to quote the guys history?]
(Go to hell!)
[Hell ... I'm already there I'm reading your story]
(Fine if that's the way you feel I won't continue)
[No sorry ... go ahead ... continue]
Bobby watches Lindsay sleep.
[I thought the alarm already woke her up]
(I changed my mind got a problem with that?)
[No]
(Good)
Bobby watches Lindsay sleep. Unintentionally he reaches out and traces the line of her lips with his finger. Lindsay opens her eyes to see him intently staring at her. He has a smile on his face and a dreamy far away look in his eyes.
[Sounds like he's on drugs]
(Would you shut-up!)
Although he's staring at her intently he hasn't noticed she's awoken and is watching him.
"What are you thinking Bobby?" Lindsay asks smiling.
Startled from his thoughts he laughs and sheepishly says "I'm thinking about you. About your body."
[See I told you the guy was a pervert]
(No, you said psychopath, and anyway, SHUTUP this is a very romantic moment)
[Could have fooled me]
"Excuse me?" Lindsay asked with some trepidation.
Bobby realizing his comment 'could' have been misinterpreted scoots across the bed towards her "Just looking at you Lindsay brings to mind so many memories. Wonderful memories! Each and every part of you has a story to tell."
"Such as?" she asks intrigued.
"Well, right then I was thinking about your lips. I was remembering that night I walked in on you and Helen having a food fight."
Lindsay laughs and Bobby continues. "When we were in your room and we were talking about the Mayfield case you had a bit of cake mix just touching your upper lip. God it was distracting. All I wanted to do was kiss it off. I decided, then and there, I'd fought my feelings for too long. I had to let you know I loved you. Had you let me, that night I would have..." he sighs and she continues for him "But I didn't". He looks away and quietly says "No you didn't" With tears in her eyes she reaches out drawing his face back to hers "But Bobby I do now."
[Oh please you can't be serious. No body talks like that]
(What was wrong with that?)
[Nothing ... forget I said anything]
Bobby smiles and Lindsay closes the final distance between them and kisses him.
(You know what you've killed the mood. I can't do this now. This story's going nowhere)
[I could have told you that hours ago]
(I've got another idea though)
[ooh goody]
(Hey there's no need for sarcasm)
[sorry]
Lindsay opens the motel room door.
[Why's she at a motel?]
(Because I'm the writer and I say so and if you'd keep quiet for long enough you'd find out)
Hearing the phone ring she runs to it and picks it up breathlessly.
[You like that word don't you?]
(What do you mean?)
[It's just I think breathlessly is in every one of your stories.]
(Really? I hadn't noticed)
Hearing the phone ring she runs to it and picks it up.
[Hey it wasn't a criticism I was just pointing it out]
(Oh ok)
Hearing the phone ring she runs to it and picks it up breathlessly.
"Lindsay Dole"
"Hey! God Lindsay I've been trying to catch you all day."
"Bobby hey. I wish you were here I miss you"
"Not as much as I miss you Lindsay"
"I doubt that"
Bobby chuckles, "So where have you been?"
"I've been busy ... working, trying to get everything organized so I can come home."
"When are you coming home?"
"I don't know. Probably not for a few more days at least. I have a motion to suppress tomorrow. There are some sixth amendment issues and I'm also looking into yadda, yadda, yadda insert legal jargon here"
[ yadda, yadda, yadda, insert legal jargon here]
(Well I don't know many legal terms off the top of my head I'll work that bit out later)
[So in other words you have no idea what you are writing about]
(No but I don't need to, it's not the point of the story)
[What's the point?]
(Well if you'd be quiet you'd find out.)
In a seductive voice Bobby says, "Do you have any idea how sexy you sound when you talk like that?"
[ooh one of those stories]
(Do I have to say it again, SHUT-UP)
[sorry]
Lindsay laughs "Bobby if you ask me what I'm wearing I'm hanging up."
"Hey Linds what are you..."
Beep beep beep
[What's beep beep beep mean?]
(She hung up. Weren't you paying attention? She said if he asked she'd hang up, he asked so she hung up)
[oh ... ok I get it I thought maybe she was swearing and you beeped it out]
(What planet are you from?)
[Hey there's no need to get nasty]
(I'm sorry it's just ... you keep interrupting and it's frustrating)
[I'm sorry. I'll be quiet.]
(Thank-you)
[you're welcome]
Lindsay laughs "Bobby if you ask me what I'm wearing I'm hanging up."
"Hey Linds what are you..."
Beep beep beep
Still laughing Lindsay removes her jacket and climbs onto the bed to wait. The phone rings again and she picks it up but doesn't speak.
"So what are you wearing?" Bobby asks again.
"Less than I was before" she replies with a huge smile.
She receives no reply from Bobby and her smile melts with concern "Bobby?"
"Sorry, I was just thinking, maybe it wasn't a good idea for me to call you from the office."
Lindsay laughs and then realizing the time says "It's almost 11.30 in Boston what the hell are you still doing at the office?"
"No one to go home to"
She smiles "You're hopeless Bobby."
He laughs.
"Is anyone else still there?"
"Lindsay it's twenty past eleven who else would still be here?"
"So what does it matter where we have this conversation?"
"Lindsay Dole are you suggesting what I think you are suggesting?" Bobby says feigning shock.
"Are you willing to find out?"
Again she is met by silence.
"Bobby?"
"I'm here" a squeaky voice says.
"You're a bit quiet tonight Bobby is everything alright?"
He laughs "It's just, you've got my mind spinning and I'm having a little trouble keeping up."
She laughs "I didn't think keeping up was going to be a problem."
(Oh who am I kidding I can't write this)
[Don't stop now it was just getting good]
(Trust you to think so)
[What's that supposed to mean?]
(Nothing. Ok I'll try another story)
Bobby is lying flat on his back on the bed. His jacket is flung across the end of the bed. His tie although undone is still around his neck. His right arm is bent with the hand resting behind his head. His left hand is resting, fingers spread, on his stomach. His eyes are closed and his breathing is heavy. His left leg is stretched out straight on the mattress while his right is slightly bent and raised.
[Are we going anywhere with this]
(Sorry I got a bit carried away. I do like to be thorough though and it was a nice picture I was painting wasn't it?)
[I guess]
Lindsay who has just arrived home stands in the doorway watching him. She's surprised to see him home. She hadn't expected him home this early tonight as he's working on a very demanding case. She's concerned about him; he looks so exhausted. She walks in quietly trying not to disturb him. Her concern outweighs her caution though and she decides to get a closer look. She perches herself on the edge of the bed and his eyes immediately open.
"I've been waiting for you" he says.
"Is everything ok Bobby?"
"Yeah it is now" he reaches out and pulls her down on top of him. They kiss passionately. He rolls her over so he is on top and leaning back begins to unbutton her blouse.
"Bobby no wait" she says.
[Bitch]
(You were really getting into that weren't you? Relax it will be ok)
Surprised and disappointed he looks down at her flushed face "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong Bobby" she laughs "It's just ... Helen ... she's here, she's waiting for me in the living room."
Bobby groans as he rolls off her and goes back to his original position. Lindsay gives him a peck on the cheek before getting up to change. Bobby watches her change and smiles when she whispers in his ear "I did like where you were going with that Bobby maybe we can continue it later" "Maybe" he mumbles and she laughs as she leaves the room.
Helen looks up when Lindsay walks into the room. "Gee Lindsay what took you so long? I was beginning to think you'd got lost."
"No Bobby was there he ... um ... kinda distracted me."
"Do you want me to go?"
Lindsay doesn't reply immediately and Helen gets up off the couch "I'll go"
"No Helen don't. Really it's ok. I haven't spent time with you in ages. Bobby's not going anywhere he can wait."
"You sure?"
"Positive"
"Good because I've missed you"
"Me too"
"So he ... distracted you did he?"
"Helen don't go there."
"Ok if you don't want to talk about your love life lets talk about my love life"
"What love life?"
"Funny Lindsay very funny!"
[Enough with Helen and Lindsay where's Bobby?]
(He's asleep and I like Helen and Lindsay)
[Yeah well I like cheesecake but who wants to hear about that]
(Fine)
Having said goodbye to Helen, her best friend who she never seems to manage to spend any quality time with, Lindsay heads back to the bedroom and Bobby, who may as well be her Siamese twin considering the amount of time they spend together.
[ok now you are just being silly]
(Do you want me to finish the story?)
[Maybe ... I suppose]>
(I'll take that as a yes)
Lindsay is surprised Bobby didn't join them tonight. She assumes he got caught up in going over his closing argument for tomorrow. She sighs thinking about Bobby's case. It's been a very emotionally draining trial. The client is a young man who is liked by all at the firm. They genuinely believe him to be innocent but unfortunately are finding this frustratingly hard to prove. Closing arguments are tomorrow and the way things stand at the moment unless Bobby nails his closing the client, in all likelihood, will be found guilty. The trial hasn't gone well for them at all but reasonable doubt is still a possibility, although only a very remote one. As Bobby always says they just need one juror to believe them.
Lindsay has actually already started researching grounds for appeal for when they lose that's how confident they are of winning. Bobby really is the only one who still expects to be able to sway that one juror.
[I bet he's been making moves on all the single women on the jury just to make sure]
(Bobby wouldn't do that! Besides, I'm sure jurors take their responsibility a bit more seriously than that)
[I wouldn't]
(Now why aren't I surprised?)
[As gripping as this story is, are we getting to anything interesting soon?]
(If you don't interrupt again we might)
Lindsay was surprised to find Bobby home so early tonight but she is even more surprised at what she finds when she returns to the bedroom.
[I know all the tension and stress caused Bobby to spontaneously combust]
(Oh shut up)
Bobby is still on the bed, still in his clothes and obviously fast asleep. Lindsay knows he's exhausted, the whole office is exhausted by this trial, but she is worried about why he is here and why he is fast asleep before 10 o'clock. It's so unlike him. She has no idea how things went in court this afternoon. She last saw him at lunchtime and he had only one more witness planned for the day. It wasn't a witness he was even putting much faith in more of a character witness he hoped the jury would remember and consider when they were deliberating. The rest of the afternoon Lindsay had spent interviewing witnesses for another case. She had been out of the office all afternoon.
[Is Bobby going to wake up anytime soon?]
(I wasn't planning for him to. No.>
[Wow exciting concept for a story Bobby sleeps and Lindsay watches. Gee I wish I'd thought of that.]
(There's more to it than that! You're just not seeing the bigger picture.)
[Well show me already]
Lindsay looks at Bobby unsure what to do. She's concerned about him but she's also concerned about his closing. She hasn't read it and he always gets her opinion first before presenting it, not that they always agree. She wonders should she wake him? Is he fully prepared for tomorrow and if he isn't will he be mad at her for letting him sleep? She thinks it would be better to wake him but he so obviously needs this sleep she really doesn't have the heart to. She sits on the edge of the bed as she did before but this time there is no reaction. She reaches out and strokes his face. No reaction. She runs her fingers through his hair. Still no reaction. She stands up extremely worried now, Bobby is usually such a light sleeper and the slightest touch from her always wakes him. She feels his forehead. It doesn't feel any warmer than usual. She doesn't think he's sick just exhausted. She doesn't have the heart to wake him. She picks up his jacket and hangs it up. She picks up his briefcase and considers opening it and looking over his closing just to be sure he's ready. But then she changes her mind and decides to call Eugene. He's second chairing and he should know what's going on. Surely Bobby has discussed his closing with him. She sits back down on the bed and picks up the phone looking worriedly at Bobby.
[Have you noticed all your stories involve beds?]
(What exactly are you implying?)
[Nothing just an observation]
(You know you were the one who asked for a story not in the office)
[Yeah but I just meant like in a park or something]
(In a park! You want a story about Bobby and Lindsay in a park?)
[Yeah what's wrong with that?]
(Fine here's your goddamn story)
Bobby and Lindsay went to the park. There were ducks. They ate hotdogs. It rained so they sheltered under a tree. Bobby carved their initials with his key. Lindsay was so impressed she kissed him. The rain stopped so they went home ... to bed.
(Happy now? If you don't like that go write your own goddamn story)
[You know you've been bitchy a lot lately]
( )
[Oh so now you're not talking to me]
( )
[Fine don't talk see if I care]
( )
[You know that Helen and Lindsay idea was quite good]
(Really?)
[Sucked in!]
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Authors note: If you've made it this far then it is probably obvious why I have only been posting old stories lately
